Shoes, lots of them, and all neatly stacked next to each other. But any nineteen-year-old would have this closet.
Lingerie? Damn…she has a lot. I tuck a red lace thong into my pocket.
Books? Only one.The Picture of Dorian Grayin hardcover. Beige and thin. I haven’t read that one, but I add it to my mental list to study. It’s imperative.
Jewelry box… A simple cedar wooden box. That’s it. No fancy decorations or anything. Inside? A few earring sets. Mainly outlandish or theme-inspired, like for costumes. A simple pearl necklace and a set of hoop earrings. Expensive strands of silver and gold… No rings.
Air freezes in my lungs.
Vision blurs with every heartbeat.
Rage hits the back of my throat like rust.
With shaky fingers, I lift the delicate necklace located deep beneath the others. I hold it up to her sleeping figure, demanding a silent explanation.
Why the fuck does she still have my bottlecap necklace?
The one I made for her during crafts so many years ago. I gave it as a promise. An oath. I’d marked her, and I’d protect her. What a dumb kid I was.
Emotion stings my eyes, infuriating me even more. Howdareshe bring this here like it means something to her! Back teeth clenched, I return it, shut the lid, then hurry from her room. I stride down the hall at a brisk pace and take the steps two at a time.
Most girls in the freshman dorm are busy getting ready fortheir morning classes. A few recognize me, but don’t bother asking why I’m there. I wouldn’t tell them anyway.
In the shared kitchenette, I fill a giant cup with ice and water, then sprint back up to her floor. Not stopping, I throw open her door and dump her wake-up call all over her head until she sits up screaming and swiping at her face.
“Good morning, baby girl. Rise and shine!”
Spit flies from her mouth, her fists digging into her eyes. “What the fuck?”
Ever so sweetly, I lean over and press my lips to her wet head and tell her, “We’ve got a month to train you, and your master doesn’t like to fall behind.”
Fire burns up her neck and onto her cheeks. She’s a tsunami on the brink of causing destruction. “I was sleeping!”
“Kneel in front of me. You won’t speak to me unless I ask you a question. Refer to me as your boss, master, sir…orlordif you prefer.”
“How about assho?—”
With a swift movement, I grip her throat. “You have a choice right now. Don’t make me take it away from you. Kneel and look at my shoes. Then refer to me as a chosen title.”
Her eyes grow calmer, more subdued, as if she needed me to put my hands on her roughly. I know what she wants…and I know how to make her behave. Though I hate to admit it, that brush against her skin has already made my cock firm.
While keeping her gaze affixed on mine, she slips to the ground, wet camisole showcasing her perky little pink nipples. Hard from the cold. Her tiny thong barely covers her cunt.
Staring at the ground in front of me, she murmurs, “Yes, my lord.”
“Thighs together, shoulders back, head down, and your hands in your lap. Show your submission to your lord.”
Her chest rises and falls for two breaths before she assumes the exact position I demand.
“Whenever your lord tells you tokneel, you’ll do this at my feet. Understand?”
“Yes, lord.”
The sight of her so obedient. Ready for me to do anything to her. I bite my bottom lip to contain my groan of excitement.
“Here are the rules. One: You get to choose your safe word. Deploy this, and I’ll stop whatever I’m doing immediately. But here’s the thing, Ashlyn…” I squat so I can look directly into her eyes. “I’m not going to beniceto you. Not soothing. Or kind. I hate you. With every fiber of my being, and you’ll feel it all over your body… Eveninside.I don’t want you to ever forget how I genuinely feel about you.”
Wet golden strands cling to her cheeks as she stares at me with a stoic expression. Strawberry scents of summer radiate off her so strongly, I get dizzy from the memory. Trees blowing in the breeze at midnight. Rustles of the lake as it rolled onto the rocky shore in a steady rhythm. The intoxicating taste of her soft lips. Fingers gripping the back of my neck as I plunged inside her?—